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Brave New World By Aldous Huxley

shaking her because Popé was there in the bed–as

though there were something wrong, as though all

civilized people didn't do the same. "Every one

belongs to every " Her voice suddenly died into an

almost inaudible breathless croaking. Her mouth fell

open: she made a desperate effort to fill her lungs

with air. But it was as though she had forgotten

how to breathe. She tried to cry out–but no sound

came; only the terror of her staring eyes revealed

what she was suffering. Her hands went to her

throat, then clawed at the air–the air she could no

longer breathe, the air that, for her, had ceased to

exist.

The Savage was on his feet, bent over her.

"What is it, Linda? What is it?" His voice was

imploring; it was as thoughhe were begging to be

reassured.

The look she gave him was charged with an

unspeakable terror–with terror and, it seemed to

him, reproach.

She tried to raise herself in bed, but fell

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